Tales of the Wasteland

Tyler Part 2

Bloody hell Miles you punch hard as hell. He doesn't punch correctly because there is more technical than just hitting someone in the face with your knuckles, you need to hit them with a specific part of your fist to prevent you from breaking your knuckles. He hit me right in the nose and now i have blood running down from my nostrils down over my mouth slightly seeping into my mouth leaving that bloody taste. I can't say anything or do anything cos i want to prove to them that i'm changing, still hurts like a bitch, but they also need to understand my life is at risk, the Rangers aren't dumb, they disguised assassins to look like helpless citizens with a sob story that people are going to believe and that's when they strike. I know I thought i would be able to notice the alarming signs, this girl though she has something about her, more than just a victim, her eyes tell a different story than her mouth. I'll need to watch her for a little longer before making any judgment of her being a young assassin. She's young but it doesn't mean she is harmless. The others don't understand how different people in the wasteland are, how manipulating they are, how dangerous. Them taking in this girl could cause massive problems not to mention how Miles gave our position away. If it wasn't this girl and was a pack of Mutties we would be goners.

I wen't up stares with Honey after the little outburst and we sit side by side over the edge of the building. Her hair is in a messy ponytail and she slouches with her pistol resting beside her. I finally realize how much i've missed since i joined the Rangers. I wasn't around to look after her after mum and dad left Westwide and once i had left she had to look after herself, toughen up and i missed her transform into this new person that i'm quite proud to call my sister.
She looks over at me "Do you want me to clean that up?"
"Nah. It's just a blood nose." I shrug. I look at her pistol again. "Do you know how to shoot?" I ask not really know if she has or not, she could have learned while i was gone.
"No. Will you teach me? Like tomorrow or something cos I know i need to learn. I've heard too many stories about the wasteland and it's scares me to think if we were ever in a situation that was dangerous and we all died cos i didn't know how to shoot a gun."

"I'm glad you think of it like that. A lot of people wouldn't think so much into it. It's good."
"I pay too much attention to peoples conversations, it's like listening to a guide. Well that's how i think of it anyway." She shrugs and looks out into the distance. I join her hearing nothing but distant noises and the muffled voices of Sabina and Miles down stares. The moon is high in the sky, it's light shines on the wasteland making mostly everything visible. God i feel different. Being out in the wasteland with people that actually care about me, even if Sabina and Miles don't i still have Honey, i know she will never stop caring even if she says it I know she will always care for her troubled brother.

I break the silence with a laugh.
"What?" She giggles with confusion.
"Do you remember when we were little and i pushed you into the river that was on gran-mameas farm?"
She laughs "That was mean. I still don't get why you did that."
"Cos i was a little shit, that's why."
"Yep. Still are." I give her a little nudge with my shoulder. It feels good to reminisce about the good old days, reminds me that my life hasn't been as bad as i have made it in the last few years. I have wasted the past three years of my life because i was greedy and selfish but people change and that includes me. God knows what hell Bleak is giving Dex right now but it's not my fault. I asked him to leave with me but he refused to so i left him there to rot with the rest of the scumbags.

"Hey Honey, do you remember that story gran-mamea told us about how she got robbed?"
"Yeah. The guy stole everything she had. It was before she had the farm right?"
"Yes!" I sit up straighter now and look at her "Do you remember how they did it?"
"Ambushed her didn't they?" She kind of second guesses herself.
"Yep. Do you remember what she would constantly say after she told the story?"
"Never trust a stranger in need if they don't look like they need it. Or was it never trust a stranger that is too trusting?" She is getting lost in the memories.
"Both" I say getting a little happy thinking she is getting why i brought it back up, I was getting ahead of myself.

The conversation drops after she brings up another story that gran-mamea used to tell us. She watches the distance again with her hands resting on the rocky roof of the building by her sides. She seems oblivious to what i was saying, i don't tell her hoping i'm not thinking too much into the situation, as i stated before i can't judge this girl just yet, it's too early. She had deep cuts on her and her story is convincing accept there is one fault in it. Mutties- i shiver when i think of them- they don't cut you, they can't because there hands are too big, they prefer to brutally rip peoples limbs off or something really gory like that so if she is really hurt why lie about the story?

Honey gasps a few minuets later and grips my wrist in shock.
"What?"
"Tyler. I saw more than one figure when i spotted her." Her eyes are full of terror. I knew it was a bad time but i smile a bit. "Tyler why are you smiling?"
"Because i'm now not the only one that doesn't trust this chick." I say in a chilling cruel tone. I knew it and now Honey sees what is happening. But there is one problem, we have already taken her in, given up our position, all eyes are on us, they are defiantly watching us now. We can race down stares now and tell Miles and Sabina but the spotters for this chick will know that something is up. The big problem is if it is too late?
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